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Sweat beading on my brow, Eyes dilated, seeing every thing. My peripheral vision is 200 degrees, I can almost, see behind my head. Sounds are lo..

After a while they let me live on my own. Thinking I was alone. It was a house in the country where they had room to f**k with my head seriously. ..

He wants to ride the pony, He wants to pet the dog. Didn't have pets at home, All these years he's been in a fog. Wants to ride the pony, Want..

The hits just keep coming. LMAO I am even sick of reading these crappy, dark. poems. It the only that flow out of me,

Just a rant

Midnight staring at fire Winters harsh cold Sneaking into my bones Blowing under door Outside howling, Like never before. First snow, loomi..

Blah, blah, blah

The two way mirror, in the back of my eye Allows me to see through, your ugly disguise. All shiney and warm you insinuate, Into my life, like it..

It's just snowed, I'm 11yrs old, throwing my newspaper route.

All my life, it's been about me. Challenged in ways people couldn't see. Misunderstood at every turn, I tried to fix it, tried to learn. So des..